My Psycho Stalker-Part 15 The Doctor's Office

This stupid gown...it keeps opening on me even though I have a death grip on the damn thing. All right, any time now doc. Where did you go? How long have I been here anyway? I feel like I'm in a fog, my brain is jumbling my thoughts and I'm jumping from thought to thought like a flea on a hot, sandy beach. Nothing seems to make sense and everything hurts like I've had the shit beat out of me with a baseball bat of the wooden variety. Have I completely lost my mind and this is what it feels like to have a nervous breakdown? Oh crap, I have to get back to work. I know there's work piling up on my desk next door and I don't want my boss to freak out if I'm gone too long. Oh wait...he walked me over here, didn't he? I think he did. Good, then he knows where I am.

Oh good, here comes my doc. I've known him and his staff for years. Maybe I can get some straight answers as to what's going on with me so I can hurry up and get back to work. I actually love my job and my boss. He and his family have been so good to me. They know I have no family in the state, so they've kind of adopted me. They are all so sweet. What the hell? My doctor has an odd look on his face. He's still looking at my x-rays and I don't like that worried/concerned look on his face. Oh geez, this is not good.

I'm scared to death now. He appears to be stalling. He's consulting with his assistant now - I can see them both right outside my room. Unfortunately my vision is a bit blurry and I can't really read their lips right now. And I'm sitting at an angle on the table in the x-ray room because I can't turn my neck or sit like a human being. It just hurts way too much. Oh NO, why is Ann crying? Shit...am I dying? Uh oh...here they come. I don't feel so good right now.

"DOC, help me! She's going into shock", Ann screamed. And that's the last thing I remember them saying for quite awhile.

I woke up to my doc on one side of me and Ann on the other. They were holding me so I didn't fall off the table. "So do you want to tell me how this happened", asked my doc when I finally became a little coherent. "Ahhh, I don't know" I slurred. Shit, I can't tell them the truth! Yea if I tell them that Josh and I got into a fight and he grabbed me and picked me up by my neck, swung me around the room until I passed out and then forced me to have sex with him, I'd be in deep shit. If I tell them the truth, then by law the doc has to call the cops and report the beating. Then the cops may or may not go and arrest Josh at work. They would talk to him at any rate. Then Josh would know I told. Josh threatened me (like he did every time he hit me) and said he'd kill me if I dared to open my mouth and tell anyone what happened. He always told me "shut up or I'll finish the fucking job" or "go ahead and fight back. I'll kill your fucking animals too and leave them for you to find". I have a sneaking suspicion that he's been abusing my babies too, especially my new puppy. I'll be damned if I will give him an excuse to do it again.

You never know how fast your mind can spin until you have to fabricate something other than the truth in mere seconds. I think my befuddled brain was spinning (albeit lopsided) faster than an F5 tornado in Alabama. Ok, what can I tell them? Think...it must be logical, yet simple so I don't screw this up. My life depends on my fabrication. If I could only trust the cops to not fuck this up and actually protect me, I wouldn't have to lie. I could tell the truth and have this asshole arrested and out of my life NOW. But since many cops and judges have let me down over the course of my entire life, I don't trust any of them. Maybe someday I will elaborate on those factions of my life as well. But for now, my immediate goal at this moment is self-preservation. Until I can plot Josh's death for doing this to me yet again.

To be continued...

MPS-Part 14 The Day After

Oh boy, what the hell happened to me? What's wrong with my head? Ugh, no time for me to whine or show that I'm in excruciating pain. I have to get out of bed, take a shower and get ready for work. Crap...Josh is still here. I can hear his fat ass rummaging around in the fridge. Why can't he just leave already...or die? I can't even remember my own name right now, let alone what I have to do to get ready for work.

The room keeps spinning, my head is throbbing and my neck feels like I got hit with a baseball bat. Everything keeps getting fuzzy - like someone threw a piece of cheesecloth over my face. Ok, suck it up and get in the shower. My arms and legs are not cooperating with my brain. It hurts to think. Whoa, thank goodness for this shower bar in my tub or else I'd be in deep trouble. Holy shit, it hurts way too much to lift my arms and wash my hair. Pain keeps shooting up from my neck, through my head, wrapping around my brain and squeezing the life out of it like a giant octopus. It hurts to breathe. I think I'm going to die...I need to get to work so someone will know if I pass out from the pain. Otherwise I will never be found and nobody will take care of my animals. Josh will let them all die from starvation or else he will kill them. I don't trust him and nobody can seem to keep him away from me.

Hey wait a minute...how the hell did I end up at my desk? The last thing I remember is getting out of the shower and now I am sitting at my desk holding my head up because it hurts too much to let my neck do its job. Uh oh...here comes my boss. I don't know if I can bullshit him into believing there is nothing wrong with me.

Good morning Willy! What do you mean I'm slurring my words? No I'm fine, just a bit tired. Oh no, I must look like death warmed over because he is NOT buying a word coming out of my mouth. How did I get here? Honestly Willy, I have no idea. My truck is outside? I DROVE HERE? Thank God I only live 2 streets away.

My boss is a very caring soul. We've worked together for a very long time and I am close with his family. He is freaking out right now telling me I'm slurring my words, I'm stumbling around, my eyes are glazed, my movements are super slow and I seem to be breathing funny. He is making me walk next door to the doctor so he can take a look at me. Thankfully we are all friends, but I'm scared to death they are going to know Josh beat me and once it gets out and Josh finds out I told, he will kill me as he frequently promises to...

Willy carefully escorted me next door via the adjoining door so that nobody would see me walk through the front door of the doctor's office and ask a ton of nosy questions. I think they all know...I think they are all waiting for me to spill my guts. Are they nuts? I don't want Josh to finish the job and kill me for telling on him!

Here's my friend Ann who works with my doctor...good...a familiar face...I need a hug even though it's going to hurt like hell. Where did Willy go? Hey...I don't remember taking my clothes off and putting this horrible ass-peeping gown on. What's going on here? Did I black out again? Oh God I am so scared. I can't keep my thoughts straight, I can't speak, can't concentrate and I keep losing time. What's happening to me?

To be continued...